trying
feels a lot
like stuttering,
and I'd rather
not speak

He held my hand,
then cuffed it to the ocean
I knew
I could move my hand
but I never learned
how to swim

let the flames of tragedy
redefine you

Paralyzed
as life
Unravels

Realizations
Fit
Like pieces
In a puzzle

Surprise
No longer comes
With disappointment

He felt like a cloudy night in the desert,

Nowhere I went felt right

Carve the cement
with your brittle nails

home is the indents
in your skin,
and the creases
around your eyes
It's the curvature
of your skull
and the veins
in your feet

You keep searching
for a heartbeat
in the crowd,
hoping you'll some day
call it home

But dear,
I remind you
of what I often
have to
remind myself


Home is where your heart is